His mentality has undone him. The distance between realities is huge and he will never cross them alone. The fears that he didn’t have hunt him. His strength is gone like the sun that used to shine in his life. What people say has no meaning anymore, like the effort that he insists on doing to keep breathing. What separates him from us is just a door that someone had the audacity to close. Locked inside, crying on his knees, he meets up with his thoughts nearly poor enough to maintain the illusion that doesn’t exist. His eyes, convinced they won’t see the light again, lost their colour, and this, nobody will be able to bring back...
Sofia Azevedo, 901
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